True loneliness, I learned that day, isn’t the lack of others. It’s the lack of others quickly. - Eric Garcia

Like me, he would turn to the one thing that had always sustained him through difficult times, the one piece of hide-saving equipment with which the military way of life had vested us:
We could kill people and not care all that much.

“We had a good day,” Tig said, slapping me on the back.
“Got a whole mess of ’em, didn’t we? Two fifty-eight confirmed.”
“Forget the numbers. You woke up this morning, and you’re going to sleep tonight. In my book, that’s a good day.”
In recent months, I have adopted Tig’s philosophy.

I like to think that she was right. And I would have responded, but soon our talk show came on, and we stopped worrying about ourselves and each other and started worrying about celebrities.